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After the bosses guarded the barrier gap in the showroom, the dark green phosphorescence in the room suddenly began to continue to dim.

The phosphorescence in the glass case went out one by one, as if an invisible remote control was manipulating the on and off of these lights.

In a moment, there were only a dozen or so glass cabinets still emitting phosphorescent light in the huge showroom.

"The bright glass cabinets contain the skeleton specimens of the only remaining old guys." Mr. Beard looked at Ji Siwei sideways, his thin body trembling slightly, it seemed that he was struggling to repair the gap in the barrier : "Student, there is a nameplate next to the glass cabinet with our name engraved on it, just read the name on it!"

"Student understands." Hearing this, Ji Siwei didn't dare to waste any time, and moved the wheelchair to the nearest phosphorescent glass cabinet.

The female ghost in white looked at the soul-gathering bell in Ji Siwei's hands, and an unspeakable emotion appeared in her eyes. She thought for a moment, and followed Ji Siwei step by step, her eyes never moving away from the soul-gathering bell.

Glancing at the female ghost in white, Ji Siwei was a little surprised.

She has been keeping a distance and silently following behind, and it is rare for her to take the initiative to shorten the distance.

Could it be that the reason why she has been following behind her has something to do with the soul-gathering bell?

Now that it is imminent to gather souls for the big bosses, Ji Siwei has no time to delve into the purpose of the white ghost, so he can only use his eyes to signal the eight-tailed cat to stare at the white ghost, while he himself looks at the display case.

This is a waist-high square display case. Inside the glass case is a complete head skeleton, which is similar to the skull plaster statue placed when practicing sketching.

The skull's mouth is half a smile, and the hollow eye sockets emit a dark green light, which looks a little ghostly.

A donor information plaque is engraved next to the glass case with the bone donor's name, life and date of death, and a photo of the donor attached to it.

The donor of this skull was named Xiao Xiao.

Ji Siwei held the soul-gathering bell, hung it above the glass cabinet, and shouted in a very solemn voice: "Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao."

Before the words were finished, a man in a Chinese tunic suit, with deep eyebrows and wide eyes, raised his hand and replied loudly, "I'm Xiao Xiao."

Hearing the response, the soul-gathering bell in Ji Siwei's hand suddenly shook from side to side. First, a few wisps of black smoke escaped from the shell, and then thousands of wisps of black smoke rushed out of the small bell.

The delicate relief engraved on the bell moved slowly, and all the tiny figures in the relief opened their eyes one after another.

"Bell! Bell!!"

A domineering energy rampages inside the bell, and the soul-stirring sound of the bell reverberates throughout the showroom, with invisible sound waves hitting in all directions.

The sharp sound of the bell stimulated the eardrums, and the palms of his hands were numb from the shock. The red blood mist wrapped Ji Siwei's hands holding the bell so that the soul-gathering bell would not be thrown out.

"Xiao Xiao!"

A high-pitched, indistinguishable male and female voice suddenly came out of the soul-gathering bell. There was an inexplicable magical power in this voice, like a dense net that enveloped the person whose name was called.

Xiao Xiao's body froze, and he replied instinctively, "I'm Xiao Xiao."

"Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao!!"

The black mist billowed, and hundreds of different voices escaped from the soul-gathering bell, shouting the name repeatedly, mixed with crying, so distorted that Ji Siwei almost forgot the pronunciation of the name.

There was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, as if being pierced by countless ice edges, Ji Siwei grunted, clenched his teeth and clenched the chain in his hand.

The black air gushing out from the soul-gathering bell gathered in mid-air, rotating clockwise, and the speed became faster and faster... Finally, a huge black vortex appeared in mid-air.

"God, what's going on!"

The bosses who blocked the gap in the barrier looked at the whirlpool in unison, exclaiming frequently.

A dark wind rose from the ground, and the dark green phosphorescence in all the glass cabinets flickered on and off, and countless shouts came from the center of the black vortex hanging in midair:

"Xiao Xiao! Xiao Xiao!"

The undead named Xiao Xiao screamed, and was sucked into the center of the vortex by an invisible force, and a soft light enveloped his soul gently.

"Xiao Xiao, are you okay?" A female scholar with light makeup looked at Xiao Xiao nervously, with a worried tone.

Xiao Xiao's legs were hanging in the air, and he didn't feel any discomfort: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Scattered bits and pieces of starlight rose from all directions, were drawn into the vortex, and merged into Xiao Xiao's body.

Ji Siwei suddenly remembered what Uncle Flyer said, that the soul floats between the sky and the earth, and over time it will merge with the rain, dew, wind and frost in nature.

These star lights should be part of Xiao Xiao's soul body that has been integrated into the rain, dew, wind and frost.

But now, Gathering Soul Bell summoned these scattered souls back into Xiao Xiao's body.

The clothes were blown up by the wind, and the translucent body hanging in the air became more and more concrete. Xiao Xiao clenched his fists, feeling a surge of energy filling his body.

I haven't felt this kind of energy in my body for a long time.

Starlight continued to join the vortex from all around, and after a while, Xiao Xiao's soul and body recovered like ordinary people.

The speed of the huge vortex in mid-air became slower, and the black smoke followed the path it came from, and returned to the soul-gathering bell the same way.

The earth-shattering cries subsided, only a long sigh remained.

The showroom was restored to its original appearance, and Xiao Xiao's soul body slowly fell to the ground.

Gathering Soul is complete.

Ji Siwei opened his hand, but there was no trace of blood in his palm, it was terribly pale.

The soul-gathering bell was lying on his wrist, like an ordinary bell, and it was completely unimaginable that it possessed such great power.

"It's amazing." Xiao Xiao clenched his fists, his voice full of surprise: "I feel like I've been reborn."

"Rebirth..." Ji Siwei murmured softly. Uncle Leaflet had said that it is said that the soul-gathering bell has the ability to bring the dead back to life. As for how to operate it, Ji Siwei didn't know.

However, it is better not to try this kind of thing that goes against the sky lightly.

"This is the first time I've seen this kind of scene." The puppet bear guarding the door suddenly became speechless, repeating Xiao Xiao's words like a repeater: "It's amazing!"

The female ghost in white looked at Xiao Xiao enviously, and then moved her eyes to the soul-gathering bell in Ji Siwei's hand.

The eight-tailed cat narrowed its eyes and stared at the female ghost in white without blinking. As long as she made any abnormal movements, the eight-tailed cat would decisively pounce on her.

It's hard to tell when it started, and the relationship between them became a little delicate.

"Successful." Mr. Beard coughed, his voice became a little weak: "Student, you are amazing!"

Looking at Mr. Beard's weakening soul body, Ji Siwei said, "Sir, tell me your name, and I will gather souls for you."

Mr. Beard is the most respected scholar among this group of scholars. After Ji Siwei entered the dungeon, Mr. Beard still needs to take charge of the overall situation.

Mr. Beard was not moved by Ji Siwei's proposal, he stared at more and more cracks on the glass window, and said righteously: "No, you come in order of distance."

The smoker's attacks never stopped, and the barrier in the classroom was likely to collapse at any time.

A puff of smoke crashed into the center of the crack, followed by the smoker's extremely penetrating voice: "New man! Are you still alive? What happened inside?!"

Mr. Beard pressed his hands on the glass window, the light on his palms was even more intense, and he said without turning his head, "Student, hurry up!"

The bosses pressed their hands on the glass window at the same time, released the greatest energy, and said in unison: "Quick!"

Knowing Mr. Beard's righteousness, Ji Siwei had already arrived in front of the second glass cabinet.

There was a complete hand skeleton in the second glass cabinet. Seeing the photo next to the nameplate, Ji Siwei's eyes widened in surprise.

The protagonist of the photo is a couple smiling side by side, and the husband is the grandfather of a professor who lives in the south area of ​​Yangcheng University!

The owner of this skeleton is the wife of the professor's grandfather.

Grandpa said that his wife donated her hand bones to the school, and he would come to visit from time to time.

I didn't expect to be met by Ji Siwei so soon.

It's time to pay back that salt-baked chicken meal.

Holding the soul-gathering bell and hanging it above the glass cabinet, deep red blood mist seeped out from his palm, Ji Siwei took a deep breath, and shouted "Nan Ding" three times in a deep voice.

"I'm here!"

Among the group of "people", a dignified old lady in an old-fashioned cheongsam responded.

"South dip!"

The soul-gathering bell was activated again, making a chirping sound like a giant bird stretching its neck.

A flame-colored light lit up in the depths of his pupils, and a thin mist of blood lingered around Ji Siwei's body, suppressing the crazily vibrating soul-gathering bell in his hand.

Just like last time, a huge vortex appeared in the midair, and the southward soul became clearer and clearer in the vortex.

Gathering the soul was successful again, Ji Siwei heaved a sigh of relief, and withdrew his hand, only to find that a thin layer of frost had condensed on the back of his hand.

"Stupid human beings, now it seems that there is a price to be paid for helping others gather souls." The eight-tailed cat obviously hates the soul-gathering bell, but it still pressed its two front paws on Ji Siwei's frosty hand: "One day If more than a dozen people in the gang gather their souls, I'm afraid you will be invaded by the yin energy released by the soul-gathering bell and turn into a human-shaped ice cube."

The warm touch of the small pads spread out on the back of the hand, and the fine frost vaporized under the paws of the eight-tailed cat.

Ji Siwei grasped the soul-gathering bell, the joints were clearly visible: "I can't just watch the gentlemen's souls fly away."

Seeing Ji Siwei's serious expression, the eight-tailed cat raised its head and opened its mouth: "There is only one way now."

Ji Siwei asked: "What way?"

The eight-tailed cat flicked its tail: "Reunite their souls at once."

"One time?" Ji Siwei frowned, and suddenly felt that the Soul Gathering Bell in his hand was a bit cold: "Then what will they become?"

"I don't know, no one has ever tried it... Maybe it will become a magical combination." The eight-tailed cat said unhurriedly: "They are all giants in thought, and there is nothing wrong with combining souls. "

The puppet bear who heard the conversation covered his head and exclaimed: "What kind of a show operation is this! If the remaining twelve sages are combined, they will become monsters!"